The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1887-09-03

When Hughie came In he found
Trevor putting the finishing touches 10
q wonderful lfe-sIzo picture Of beg
gar man. The beggar himself was
standing on a raised platform In a
corner of the studio He was a wizened
old man, with face like a wrinkled
parchment. and a most piteOus ex-
preston. Over his shoulders was flung
n coarse brown cloak. all tears and tat
tiers; his thick boots were patched and
cobbled, aud with one hand he leaned
on rough stick. while with the other
he held out his battered hat for aims.
"What an amazing model!' whis-
pered Hughie. as he shook hands with
his friend.
"An amazing mole?' shouted TIE
vor ut the top Of his voice; 81 should
think 50! Such bcggars as he are not
10 be met with every day A roHUa,He.
man cherj living Velasqucz! My
,tars! what an etching Rembrandt
would have made Of him.
"Poor old chap said Hughie. chow
miserable he looks! But l suppose. to
you painters, his face il his fortune'"
"Certairly," replied Trevor; "you
don't want beggar to look happy. do
you?'
''IIow much does a model get for sit
ting?' asked Hughie, as he found him
self II comfortable seat on a diyan.
"a shilling an hour
"And how much DO you get for your
picture, AlanP"
80. for this get thousand"
'PoundsP" -
'Guinoas. Painters poets and
physicians always get guineas' "
"Well, think the model should
have percentage, said Hughie.
laughing; 'they work quite as hard
IA you do. ="
Nonsense, nonsense! Why, look
at tho trouble Of laying on the paint
alone, and standing all day long at
ones easel! It's all very well, IIughic.
for you 20 talk. but assure you that
there are moments when art app
proachcs the dignity Of manual labor.
But you mustn't chatter; I'm very
busy Smoke a cigarette. and keep
quiet"
After some time the servant came
in, and told Trevor that the frame
maker wanted to speak to him.
Don't run away, Hughic," he said,
as he went out IL will be back in n
moment"
The old bcggar man took advantage
Of Trovor's absence To rest for n
moment on wooden bench that was
behind him. He looked so forlorn
and wrctchcd that Hughie could not
help plying him. and he felt in his
pockets to see what money he had.
All he could find was sovereign
and some coppers. "Poor old fellow
he thought to himself, "hc wants it
more than do. but it means no han
SONS for fortnight" and he walked
across the studio and slipped the
sovereign into the beggar's hand.
The old man started. and u faint
smile flittod across his withcrcd lips
Thank you, SIR" he said in foreign
accent.
Then Trevor arrived, and llughie
took his leave. blushing little at
what he had done. lie spent the day
with Laura, got charming scolding
for his extravaganza, and had to walk
home.
That night he strollcd into the Palette
Club about eleven o'clock, and found
Trevor sitting by himself in the smok-
ing-room drinking hook and seltzcr
"Well, Alan. did you get the picture
finished all right?" he said, rs he lit
his cigarette.
Finished and framed. my boyH'
answered Trevor; "and. by and by.
you have made conquest That old
model you saw is quite devoted to you.
| had TO tell him all about you--who
you are. whore you live. what your in
come is. what prospects You
have
MY dear Alan" cried Hughic, 81
shall probably find him waiting for me
when | go home. But of course you
are only joking. Poor old beggar! |
think it is dreadful that any ono should
be so miserable. | have got heaps of
old g5Jthes ut homc-do you think he
would care for any of thcm3 Why,
his rags were falling to bits"
"But he looks splendid in them"
said Trevor IL wouldn't paint him
in q frock coat for anything. What
you call rags I call romance. What
seems poverty to you is picturesque
ness to me. However, I'll tell him of
your offer
Alan" said llughie. seriously
'.you painters are hearllesS lot.
IAN artists heart is his head" re-
piled Trevor; land besides our busi-
ness is to realize the world rs we see
it. not to reform il Us we know it. 4
chdcUn son meter And now tell me
how Laura is. The old model was
quite interested in her"
You don't mean to say you talked
to him about hcr?" said Hughie.
Certainly | did. lie knows all
about the relentless colonel. the lovely
damsel, and the fl0, 600"
You told that old beggar all my
private affairs?" cried Hughie, look
ing very rod and angry.
MY dear boy said Trevor. smil-
ing. "that old bcggar as YOU call him.
is one of the richest men in Europe.
He could buy all London tomorrow
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